Wednesday, December 30, 2015

I am in a pickle again for I just don't have the resolve to take that pretty girl down the street to the New Years Eve party in town.She knows I look at her and sometimes smiles shyly at me but I am just not brave enough to take that first step and to walk right up to her door and ask her out.Please don't say "Why don't you ring?", because I don't have her cell phone number otherwise I would; mind you I am just saying that, what if she said "No!?" I be so humiliated.I'll just have to have a boring evening in with Mum and Dad watching TV and pretending New Year's Eve is fun...well it isn't!Ma's calling from the kitchen probably has invited Uncle Ted over for drinks and wants me to pick him up later."What! did you say that Mrs B from down the road has rung and asked if I could take her Jill to the New Years Eve party as she can't get a lift...you bet I will!"Image found at www.dreamstime.com

New is the morningSun's eye winks through the windowA glorious daySummer is here againThose sweet lips of my loveA feast for my eyesShe stirs by my sideYawns then stretches her brown armsResolute eyes smileWhat did I promiseIn last night's close encounter?Yes, breakfast in bed!Image found at www.123rf.com

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Spring's song where are you?Please come back to us againChase the snow awayMy eyes roam the skiesSearch for signs in the bare treesCrocus where's your bloom?Let woodlands burst forthBirdsong on every boughHung now with green leavesBlow now southern windStir all the cherry blossomsScatter the green lawnsAnd like you dear SunI'll be wearing a smile tooWith you by my sideSpread your happinessWarm me up to seventyHow I need you now

Saturday, December 26, 2015

I'll tell you aboutShall I call her Joanna?I loved her sweet faceMany years agoI held her safe in my armsIn the evening chillShe was so stunningTall brown and so athleticShe was such a catchWe were as but oneJoined at the hip you could sayA sweet connectionUntil that one nightShe so tried to butter it upBut it was overWas I heartbroken!I'd been dealt a life sentenceLove of my life...goneImage found at www.fraser.typepad.com

We lay togetherIn those waving fields of cornLaughing holding handsAzure blue the skyDelicious scent of summerIn the morning airOh to be in loveAnd to be that young againIn your warm embraceThose days long pastCorn's been reaped with my rewardsWhile the clock ticks onI now longer touchAnd kiss those brown arms of yoursOr laugh on summer daysBut you're safe insideThis loving heart of mineIn those fields of cornImage found at www.the weddingcommunityblog.com

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

I was astonishedThe wanderer had returnedHe seemed much youngerAnd he looked like meAs I was many years agoLots of tales to tellWas I but dreamingIs that me in the mirrorWhat nightmare is this?Those Christmases pastCome flooding back in my mindFirst single and freeThen cosy in loveNow complete with little onesThen the flew the nest

Slowing down at lastThe ache of ills and lost loveThen alone againLife's triumphs and joysIs that man in the mirrorSaying his goodbye?(Note Cosy is English spelling of US Cozy)Image found at www.motywacja.pl

Many years ago my wife and I drove to Canberra to visit friends in August which is wintertime in Australia.We drove the main highways there but on returning decided to take the scenic route to enjoy the scenery and do some bird watching in uncharted territories (please note the pun there!)Summers here can be hot but the winters are mild and back in South Australia where we lived snow rarely showed its white face so we happily walked in forests and around deserted lakes to say hello the local wildlife.When it was time to move on we were running late to get to the next town to find a motel so decided to get on the Snowy mountains highway which would take us quickly on to the twin towns of Albury-Wodonga on the New South Wales and Victorian border.Were we surprised after a few miles of driving that a sign confronted us warning "Snow chains only beyond this point" which we didn't have and to emphasize the point it began to snow.So we had to take the long way round, deep down into the valley on a steep twisting turning minor road in the pouring rain however the journey was made even more memorable by a Lyrebird walking across the road to welcome us.

Yes this a true storyImage 1 Snowy Mountains highway found at www.panoramio.comImage 2 Lyrebird found at www.projectnoah.org

Saturday, December 19, 2015

My loving grandmaThe crease lines on her sweet faceShowed her historyCame from the countryBorn on a big farm estateWoods and streams were homeLived in povertyShe'd came though two vicious warsHunger, storm and floodHer life of extremesShe lived for her grandchildrenHer love spread like jamI loved staying thereThat sweet lure of adventureFar from my own homeAs strong as an oxShe was fearful of no oneI loved her so muchHer vision splendidAlways scheming to do wellThat lure of successHope the little onesOne day think the same of meMany years from nowImage found at www.dreamstime.com

Yes I did love herBorn thousands of miles awayHer soft flesh burnt brownWhen she saw me lookShe laughed and shook her fingerForgiving my sinsLoved it when she spokeExpressing her consonantsWhispering her vowelsHer eyes were dark poolsHer hands had soft warm palmsNails painted pale pinkAnd how were we friends?We had studied togetherGave her a lift homeInvited me inOffered food from the pantryKids stared at white manShe was not for meWish I'd kissed her unmarked skinAnd lots more of herImage found at www.mediadiversified.org

On Sunday morningsMy Dad would walk down the streetTo drink down the InnIt opened at noonMum was cooking weekend roastWhen I was so youngHe took us two boysOur dog Rastus came tooHe liked us the bestDad went on insideWhile we three sat on the stepWe'd get lemonadeRules were funny thenYour dog was allowed insideBut children were notRastus was happyHe'd sniff and bark at peopleLooking for more dogsAfter Dad had his pintWe would walk back home againTo smell the roast beefDad would carve the meatMeanwhile we would wash our handsTo then start our mealRastus was there tooQuiet under the tableWaiting for our scrapsCan't help thinking nowThere was no room at the InnAll those years agoImage found at www.aksermonillustrations.blogspot.com

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Matt Matthews had died and all the family were gathered for the reading of the will including his housekeeper Tilda who was as deaf as a post.She brought them some refreshments and sat quietly in a corner of the room while the lawyer opened his document case and read the will with sundry bequests to all the family but no a word about the house he had been living in which each of them hoped would be left to them.Eventually the solicitor reached the final paragraph and announced that the house that the all coveted so much had been gifted to the housekeeper some months previously and she was now its rightful owner.The family all looked in amazement first at the lawyer and then at Tilda who smiled sweetly at them."You must understand' the solicitor said "that of necessity Matt had learned sign language to be able to communicate with Tilda and she with him but as they lived with each other for so long he could also read everybody's lips especially yours, even when you spoke in whispers and were out of normal hearing range.""So it was his decision that once you had all been adequately provided for in his estate he also ensured that he would provide for Tilda too...but before he died."Image found at www.pinterest.com

She'd spit the dummyJust what had made her so tenseIn trouble againIt was Christmas drinksI had kissed one office girlThe snap had been sentWife checked my cell phoneNever seen her so savageIn trouble againIt's a waiting gameFor she can be so vengefulJust what can I do?Flowers and perfumeIt just has to be ChanelI do hope that works(It's just our secretI kissed all the girls thereBut don't tell a soul)

Whether by luck or designI fell in love with youYou eyes shone bright as starsYou move with such sweet graceGliding into my lifeI wonder if you see me?There's a boy who looks at meI pretend I don't careHe's gentle and sincereWill he make the first move?The other girls are jealous So must smile at him soonDid she nod at me just then?I will smile back at herGood I am going overGood he is coming overI love the way he talksCan we keep it a secret?Image found at www.boldsky.com

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Love is blind thank goodnessThe drumbeats of our heartsGladly beat in unisonOur fingers were entwinedInsisting that love's gripHeld fast until the threadOf a mass of voicesSang in both our mindsWe had both been conqueredTrapped in a web of loveAll power to Cupid's bowPeople gone from our sightWe spin so happilyIn our special orbitThinking of each otherAnd of nobody elseImage found at www.papercraft.com

Impotent old foolHaving nightmares once againSearching long gone pastRecalling those daysWriting aubades to girlsDark eyes and lipsThey would always fallFor gentle poetic wordsLove the magicianSweet calm innocenceWarm skin, panting on the cuspEager as I wasSun at its zenithBrown skin dripping from the seaLike sweet honey jarsThen they hoped for moreNot that I would molest themEager as a dogThe curl of her lipsTwo panting hearts beat as oneSuch breathless passionThat lightened our heartsExperiencing the glowOf a sweet first love Treacherous moonlightWith its sly and cheesy grinWould frighten them offO those days long goneI relive them many timesYouth where have you gone?Aubades - morning love songsImage found at www.flickrhivemind.net

Friday, December 11, 2015

When I was a childI rolled in the new mown hayStacking the straw balesChildhood's glory daysNow spoilt by other meaningsGrowing to manhoodStraws suck so does lifeThen you must grasp the last strawWhen all else has failedCan you now bear it?Straw that breaks the camels backDefeat not successHere's the man of strawThe front man of no substancePart of the big planStraw dogs are on showThey're intended to look goodBut never succeedPollies love straw pollsTo judge just a small sampleTo claim that they're rightDon't be in a rushYou can't make bricks without strawYou must plan aheadUnlucky it isTo grasp that final short strawIt's not just pure chanceWhen I became manI now think deviously To fit in this worldImage found at www.flickr.com

Thursday, December 10, 2015

I migrated to Australia way back in 1966 from England and my family settled well in our chosen country.When my father retired they thought they would join us to keep close ties with their grandchildren and in those days of high employment they found a job being guides in an historic house of the pioneer Captain Charles Sturt who explored the one great river system in Australia the Murray-Darling basin.They lived on site and this allowed them to explore possible places to buy a place of their own without any pressure as they now had their accommodation provided.They both enjoyed the work and meeting people however there was one job my father had to perform there which caused him much heartache.Each morning when the pioneer's house and museum was opened for public viewing his job was to raise the Australian flag on the flagpole in the car park.He never did quite get used to raising this standard of the country in which he had not been born so soon after arriving as it seemed he was denying his birthright.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

They've buried him nowRead the obituary In the local ragWorked in the outbackWe got drunk every nightThose were great times thenBig jovial manWho out-drank everyone thereI would drive him homeGoing to miss himBut I am lying of courseThose times have long pastBack in the cityDifferent man entirelyNothing in commonNobody knows usThere he was a raging bullHere a placid mouseJim Hancock is deadBut I missed his funeralI should have been thereImage found at www.semissourian.com

Saturday, December 5, 2015

The alarm bells rangA spider shook in her webWasps buzzed angrilySchool was so boring But this was so excitingDrill or the real thing?Sunny afternoonWalk to the assembly zonePulling and shovingClumsy Jack fell downThe teachers all looked so crossBegrudging the timeWanting to teach us About molecules and stuffNow shouting commandsA crow watched us allThen cawed his derisionAt the gathered crowdThe whirling sirens Were now heard at a distanceComing to save usBoys looked eagerlyAt the two red fire enginesand all the firecrewLittle Sue BevanWas crying for her motherI thought it was fun

Long and restless nightWho can unravel my dreamsDawn's already hereI begged you to stayIt was Thursday you took flightAnd now you have goneAutumn winds have blownLeaves toss across the terrainAlong with my hopesWho can I speak to?Can I exist without you?Who will I kiss now?My cheek wet with tearsI'm on the fringe of madnessI'll touch you no more

Filed memories lostSwept away in the currentI am all aloneImage found at www.thestarlitecafe.com

He looked to the skiesThe last skein of geese flew offSoon the lake would freezeThe long nights drew inHis first winter here aloneSolvi died in MayLike the peach blossomShe had fallen in the orchardNow left by himselfThe cut logs stacked upDutifully against the houseThey knew their job wellThey would keep him warmIn his lonely double bedUntil the springtimeThey had no childrenThough it was their dearest wishShould he wed again?Then he heard a callSigge, Sigge was the shoutA girl approached himIt was young TildeFrom the village, she had grownWith cute turned up noseYour mother sent thisHer breath steamed out in the airA smile on her faceHe saw she was coldCome on inside by the fireTaking the packageYou shouldn't have comeWhile she warmed up by the stoveHer smile entranced himIt's not untidyShe said Oops, I shouldn't have Sigge laughed at herThey sent you to check?She shook her head then noddedThey care about youHe really liked herHonest and at ease with himShe was beautifulYou can come againIf you really want to helpThere's lots to do hereShe nodded her headHow long since your Solvi diedDo you want to say? Nearly six months nowHe smiled at her eagerlyGeese have gone, you've comeThe seasons have changedYou have changed and so have ISo tell your parentsImage found at www.hubpages.com

Thursday, December 3, 2015

"It was only a little lie, it wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?"I looked in her eyes and could see she was panicking at what she had done."But the world prefers to believe a lie rather than hear the truth" I responded, "but in this case the truth only hurt you as you bad mouthed the man she was about to marry."She glared at me, indignant that she had been caught out then burst into tears.I continued, "The whole point about love is trust and I am sure that they talked about their past long before you enhanced it."Pouting she turned and walked off for none of her romances lasted more than a week or two after her suitors found out they couldn't believe a word she said; I doubt she will have a job next week.Image found at www.mrsprofessionalism.wordpress.com

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Afternoon nap timeHe slept in his chair at lastDreaming of the pastWhat a life he'd hadWhat great sights his eyes had seenFit of mind and limbA sportsman was heHad run a mile easilyWould join any teamSoccer and cricketTennis, darts and chasing girlsWere his favoritesQuick at his day jobLiked by boss and clients tooFound career abroardTravelled all overClimbed mountains and swam the seasWith beautiful wifeBut time now to restAnd put his aching feet upAnd sip contentmentAfternoon nap timeHe slept in his chair at lastDreaming of the pastImage found at www.elderlygents.tumblr.com

War was over, justIt was summer 'forty-fiveHoliday called usWe went to HastingsBy train on the Sussex coastEngland in AugustBarbed wire was all goneAir raid shelters still in placeDigs a mile from beachI had no swimsuitKids couldn't bathe in the nudeNot that I could swimCostume was makeshiftUnder vest sewn up down there(If you understand)Wet it reached my kneesLackadaisical parentsWere poor as church miceWartime was now pastI even had an ice creamHow good was that then!Image found on www.pinterest.com

Saturday, November 28, 2015

I look far to the naked hillsAcross the stony gibber plainsIt's winter but the day is hotSharp is the focus of my sightBut clarity's now drowned by sweatThe many flies in this wildernessWanting shade inside my felt hatThere's no river to quench my thirst And no breeze to cool my hot browFirst explorers hopes here were dashedThat longed to find an inland seaThey found nothing in this dead worldBut they were wrong as they can beBirds wings fluttered and creatures crawledWhere men so often fear to treadEmus, Kites, Gibberbirds, Dingos tooYou'll find them stalking for smaller preyGeckos, desert mice and snakes galoreHumans too when they've lost their way

Image top found at www.travelling-australia.comImage bottom found at www.jenniferspryausbirding.blogspot.com

Do you remember years agoLife's adventure was growing upYou just couldn't wait to beginFrom baby steps to giant leapsNever was much beyond our dreamsSky the limit and much, much moreNo door was ever closed to usFor that never entered our mindThe mayor might give us a prizeBut that age has now passed us byForgotten now by one and allOur target now is just good healthSenior ways now do hold us fastWith aching limbs and greying hairWe watch the young with jealous eyesImage of old men watching cricket found at www.the guardian.com

About Me

Retired and glad to be so. Family is the most important thing to have and enjoy.
Now please remember, most of what I tell you is fiction. Much of it is based on personal experiences, recollections and just plain fabrication!
Often in tales about myself I may appear to be the hero, well I am not going to be the villain am I?

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My Cousin Rachel - Despite reading some not too flattering reviews of this film and seeing previous interpretations I thought the story as presented was engaging and characters believable in this new remake of the classical story. Starring Rachel Weisz and Sam Caflin. 8/10